My journey to Peru was unexpected. I decided at the last moment and temporarily gave the healing center I owned and operated to my Girlfriend, Andrea. The centre was located on Cowell and Danforth in Toronto, Canada, in a beautiful heritage building. It was bustling 7 days a week, with guests flying in from different parts of the world to explore the various attunements I was offering at the time. Andrea was nervous and excited. I trusted her, and I knew she would perform well. I arrived in Peru, had no interest in visiting Lima, and took the next plane out to Cusco. Cusco is located high up in the Peruvian Andes and is the former center of the Inca Empire. I love Cusco very much it's my favourite city to visit next to Cluj in Romania. Here I would spend time adjusting to climate (high altitudes) and experience a mixture of Incan and Spanish architecture. Next, I would check into Loki Hostel. I heard it was the main base to explore the city of Cusco, meet travellers and hear about all the destinations in Peru. After that, I would visit daily The San Pedro Market. It is filled with fruit, vegetables as well as many freshly-squeezed juice stalls. I would meet many people that would help plan my trip to Machu Picchu. Unfortunately, the journey to the sacred valley I had planned ended, and I would not get to see Machu Picchu on this visit. This is how it all went down. I was wandering the streets of Cusco; I walked past an old building, run-down, but what attracted me was the name shaman. I opened the door to say hello, and an older man that spoke no English called a younger man to translate. I asked what type of Shaman he is and was curious if the Peruvian was similar to the Mayan I studied with. The first thing I noticed was this Shaman wore a pair of jeans, a bomber jacket and a baseball cap (no fancy outfit); he took me inside his home, which was spooky. There were human skulls on display. He explained that these were the skulls of past Shamans from his family lineage. They would take the head after death and use a unique method to strip the flesh, eyes and brains. The Shaman kept them on display as an honour; the skulls stored the memories and consciousness of his elders. Thus, He was the keeper of his family's traditions and the secrets of mixing plant medicines. I understood what he was speaking about because I have studied this in Egypt and other places I have visited, and in my Native culture, we have similar traditions in place. His name is Maestro Mancoluto. He is from the Chavin, and his name means the Man who has obtained 6th, 7th sense of reality and can see beyond the illusion. I explained to the Shaman that I understood this perception. He answered that living in North America with a healing centre and an army of angels gives you a sense of higher reality, you are correct, but I disagree with you. First, I became silent; and thought, how he knew about my healing centre that included the teachings of angels. Next, I asked the type of medicine he worked with. He said, drinking a tree vine named Ayahuasca that prepares the body for the 6th and 7th senses, then a tradition of Sanpedro that opens those gates. I looked at him and said I was okay. I have already experienced these openings in Mexico. So I started to walk out, and he pointed to the translator speaking in Spanish. Mancoluto said I know you; you are the bank robber from the 1930s, Chicago. So now he had me, me, and my girlfriend Andrea were the only people who knew of the visions and nightmares I would have about Chicago.
For a moment, I thought maybe he was looking for money and playing with his gifts to attain some cash. I do not believe at this time; he was after my money, It was me, and I was about to get caught in his dark web of teachings for an extended period. I understood the darkness had something to show me, and it was me. I was so involved in White Angelic Magic that I had forgotten about the denser energies. So I said to him, okay, let's do it. The following day I arrived at his space. He would take me somewhere special up in the hills of Cusco named Space Mountain. A man from Brazil was with him; he started an anthropology documentary and had camera equipment to take pictures. So Mancoluto set up a tent in the hills and prepared the ceremony. It was not much, just some rattles and a small fire. He would sing a song, and I would drink the Ayahuasca. After I consumed it, they moved me further away to another hilltop. This area was unique from the rest of the hills; it looked like a helicopter platform to land. I asked the translator if that was what I thought it was, he laughed and said yes. It is a landing platform for interdimensional ships. The ship would appear on this platform and speak to Mancolutos elders, the Chavin tribe, over 4000 years ago. Then, the beings would bring the San Pedro Cactus to the elders for communication purposes. I asked him how long it would take for the medicine to start working. The translator told me to relax; I was beginning to feel a little sick and dizzy. Sure enough, I would start to feel the effects. I would fade in and out and wanted to throw up, but I remembered the shaman telling me not to; he said to hold it down. Suddenly, a strange cloud opened up, and the sky grew dark; the cloud was oval in size, and I began to see some peculiar lights amongst it. It looked like a portal opening.
Then the medicine hit me hard, and I felt like fire. I had to take all of my clothes off and lay on the ground with a fever. Then BOOM, a loud echo through the valley, and I felt interdimensional contact. My body was on the floor, but my mind or astral was on a strange ship; these beings were doing something to me. Was I tripping on the medicine, or am I abducted? These beings were tall and white with skinny bodies, larger heads and a shimmering crystal hue. I was freaking out but, at the same time, enjoyed the information that felt like a download. Now I started to feel sick and was going to throw up. I vomited everywhere, and then I began to shit simultaneously. There was too much information, and the organism could not process it all. I was naked, lying on the ground in my own vomit and crap. Then, again, I would hear another boom that echoed through the valley, and the skies would clear. I felt high lying on the ground; some tourists were in the area now it was not a secluded location. A group of Chinese people laughed at me naked and pointing, saying ET, ET, ET, and took pictures. I cleaned myself up, and I walked over the hill to look for the shaman. I yelled to his tent and said I was finished. The translator said, you're not and the effects are going to start again; lay back down. I staggered around the hill, looking for a new location to rest. I saw a small opening; as I walked deeper into the space, I noticed that concrete sealed the entrance to the cave. Then I saw carvings and drawings on the stone. They were beings with horseheads; some looked like dolphins. More illustrations of bird people and others of angels, I was stunned. The images looked like a council of beings that visit our Earth. I jumped up quickly as I felt I would throw up again. Instead, I hit my head and fell to the ground. I began to hallucinate, and my astral body walked through the concrete barrier and into an underground network of tunnels; these beings were living underneath the Earth. I threw up more and processed traumas that I neglected; this trip lasted several hours. But when I finished, I felt great.
We would continue with the Medicine; the Shaman would introduce the San Pedro Cactus. One day of Ayahuasca, then the next day San Pedro for 5 days. After this, I assumed my journey with Mancoluto was over. I told the Shaman it was time for me to travel to the sacred valley and visit Machu Picchu. Mancoluto asked me to stay, a special guest was coming, and this person needed my help. He explained that I had come to Peru to meet this man who was arriving in Cusco tomorrow. I responded and said I needed to go. But, Mancoluto said, don’t worry about Machu Picchu. It was a place where they sacrificed women; there is nothing for me to attain there. He explained that this man (Roberto) is essential and money is no problem for him; he has a big vision and will need an adviser. I thought about it, and I knew there was a more significant reason I needed to fly to Peru; maybe it was to meet Roberto and learn about his vision. The next day I arrived at the Shaman’s home, and there was a large van waiting out front. The man sitting in the back introduced himself as Roberto, his wife, Donna and a friend from New York. He asked me to join them and was curious about my experiences with the Shaman. When I first spoke with Roberto, I felt a Bond; we instantly connected with kind eyes and a good spirit. I would find out on the drive that we would consume San Pedro; at first, I laughed because I had been drinking for a week already. But then Roberto began to tell me he is from New York and works on Wall Street for JP Morgan. He promised himself that one day he would make a lot of money and help many people with it. We laughed and spoke for hours, then arrived at the location to drink the medicine. It was a beautiful spot with mountains, forests and rivers. We all sat together as the shaman started the fire and chanted. This batch of San Pedro was much stronger than the previous ones I drank. Because it hit us instantly, I remember lying on the ground with Roberto next to me when the translator came to us and said it’s time to move. I replied, thank god it's over. Roberto looks at me and laughs that was a trip. I am happy it's finished. The translator says it's only been 10 minutes. It's time to move everybody to their separate locations; the medicine will start soon. Roberto looks at me and asks how this can be possible. I said to him, we're fucked now. This batch is the strongest I have had, and that 10 minutes felt like 10 hours. We looked at each other with fear in our eyes and went to our separate locations. The next day, first thing in the morning, Roberto and I drank another cup of San Pedro. At one point, Roberto had enough and wanted to go back to the Hotel. So we all climb back in the van, still tripping on the medicine. The drive was horrible, winding up and down mountains roads. We had to pull the van over many times to throw up and use the bathroom; it was the ride of hell. I have to say this was the most critical ceremony (the van ride) because what we were getting ready to do was huge; Roberto asked me to keep an eye on him and stick by his side as we walked into this venture together. Wall Street was about to open up a business in Peru and change the whole vibration of San Pedro and Ayahuasca into worldwide tourism. Finally, we arrived back in Cusco at a fancy restaurant to eat. Roberto sat next to me and asked if I had visions. I said yes; Roberto asked if he was in them. Again I said yes. Then I asked Roberto if he experienced foresight. Again, he said yes, and I was in them. I explained we need to be careful, there is something beyond us, and if we go against the fundamental laws of Nature, we will be punished.
I would return to the hostel to rest and prepare for my next meeting with Roberto and the Shaman. It was a restless sleep because I stayed in an eight dorm; drinking and partying at the Loki hostel was regular. The next day I met Roberto, and he wanted to discuss his visions. We spoke at his hotel for a couple of hours. He was excited to talk about the project. The Shaman owns property in Puerto Maldonado. Roberto is Peruvian, so it would be easy to collaborate and get everything completed, and the location is an excellent location for a healing centre. Roberto asked me what I thought of the Shaman Maestro Mancoluto; he was about to invest millions in the Shaman and was nervous. I told Roberto that I didn't know the Shaman that well, but he is very skilled with medicine, but we need to be careful. Roberto then asked me to prepare for the ceremony tonight; I laughed and said, business meetings mixed with plant medicine, why not. Next, Roberto asked if I would accompany him to a village before the San Pedro ceremony. He met a local charity, donated money, and purchased bikes for the kids in the town for Christmas. So, of course, I would join him; we drove around throughout the day, took care of the logistics, and arrived in the village. Bikes were piled up everywhere. People were assembling them and eating food. It was a big celebration, and I was so grateful I came to help. I was fortunate to help and watch these kids riding their new bikes for Christmas and witnessing Roberto's generous heart. After the village, we drove into the mountains for the San Pedro ceremony. The sun was setting, and we danced around the fire to pump the blood, making the medicine work faster. Roberto and I went from a smile to panic as we knew it would be a rough night. Briefly, Roberto wanted to leave; the shaman told me to spend the night in the mountains. I began to question why the shaman would separate Roberto and me. I learned a lot from Mancoluto so far, appreciating his teachings, but I needed to be close to Roberto. Then, they were driving away, and I began to run down the hillside. I thought I was paranoid because I was still high on the San Pedro, but I could see that Mancoluto could not be trusted. Roberto was looking out the window and saw me running. He stopped the van and asked what was wrong; he was still high from the medicine. I explained I needed to come with you. He said I could, but he needed his hotel because he felt ill. He asked where I was staying, I replied to the Loki hostel. Roberto said, there is no way I am staying there, and if we were partnering together, I need to be with him and his family for Christmas. He invited me back to the hotel named the Belmond Monasterio. We were a big mess from rolling around in the dirt, processing our trip. Roberto informed me that he would walk down to the center in Cusco and buy everybody pasta and asked if I wanted to come. I was exhausted from the plant medicine and would decline. Roberto gave me a room in the hotel and asked me to clean up for supper, be ready in two hours. After my rest, I arrived at a large elegant room; Roberto, his family and Mancoluto were present; the Shaman was not too happy I was there for supper. He spoke to Roberto and asked if I was too afraid to stay alone at night with San Pedro. I replied and said no; I was asked by Mancoluto and Roberto for help with the project, so I needed to be around for all the details. Roberto laughed and said to the Shaman, we need the good-looking white Spiritual guy to keep everybody calm when they are sick on the medicine, and my nickname is ET Cusco. The Shaman replied, we must put an end to Spirituality. Mancolutos's comment was loud and clear; it was not about serving the medicine; it brought an end to Western philosophies, which is big trouble. Next, Roberto disclosed that he would use Mancolutos's property to build a massive center to heal people. He also informed me that he has the money to do this. We finished up the meal, and the Shaman went home. Deep inside, I knew Mancoluto was giving us large amounts of medicine on a frequent schedule, not for healing but to keep us high for other reasons that were not good. I continued to speak with Roberto back in his room. The San Pedro was active in us still, and our perception was much higher than usual. I explained to Roberto that Mancoluto is neither stable nor prepared to lead a colossal vision of worldwide healing. Because you have the money, give the medicine as a gift, at no cost. Keep it small at first to a select few and fly the people into Peru for free. This way, you can get to know Mancoluto and see how he works with the people. Also, I explained to Roberto not to use one Shaman; create a rotation and learn how each Shaman works with the medicine; this will keep the practitioners in Humility. Next, I advised Roberto to offer soft medicine such as mobility, yoga, and healing practices familiar to the attendees. Then, I explained to Roberto that Mancoluto is neither stable nor prepared to lead a colossal vision of worldwide healing. Because you have the money, give the medicine as a gift, at no cost. Keep it small at first to a select few and fly the people into Peru for free. This way, you can get to know Mancoluto and see how he works with the people. Also, I explained to Roberto not to use one Shaman; create a rotation and learn how each Shaman works with the medicine; this will keep the practitioners in Humility. Next, I advised Roberto to offer soft medicine such as mobility, yoga, and healing practices familiar to the attendees. The Shaman was not open to other medicine elders; the retreat showcased the Chavin tribe (His Shamans Lineage). Mancoluto did not agree with other facilitators or any spiritual modalities. In fact, he stated again, putting an end to spirituality. Mancoluto told me that it takes negativity to heal negativity. Therefore, there more negativity that I experience, the more healing I receive. I understand this concept, but the practice of dark arts was for the appointed few and not tested through Roberto's worldwide vision of healing. It was time for me to go back to Canada. I explained to Roberto that I would close my spiritual center down in Toronto and travel with my girlfriend. I was tired of the limelight. I wished Roberto luck and advised him that I could not move forward with the Shamans vision; if something changes, let me know.
I was in Greece on the island of Corfu with a group of local women involved in healing and rejuvenation techniques. I would get an email from Roberto asking to speak on Skype. It was almost two months without hearing anything from him. Roberto was enthusiastic; he started the project that we talked about in Peru and invited me back out; he could align to parts of my vision. I told Roberto I was with my girlfriend travelling, he said to come right away and bring her with you. I asked Andrea if she wanted to visit Peru, of course, she said yes. I arrived in Puerto Maldonado to join the construction of Chimbre, the shamanic healing center. Roberto was so happy to see me and expressed that this was my new home and I would never have to leave Peru again; I was now taken care of. The shaman was happy to see me and continue with the medicine ceremonies. He explained that I must consume the cactus three days a week and the Ayahuasca two days a week under his influence and venture down into the jungles by myself with no help or guidance. This is why I am here, to continue my apprenticeship. The Shaman explained that no person could support me in life or at the time of Death; I need to learn how to suffer independently with nobody to hold my hand. The jungle and the medicine would now be Heaven and hell, good and evil. Mancoluto wanted to invoke as much darkness in me as possible, so this way, he had an equal or stronger opponent. During the night, I went into hell, and the day, I would travel with Roberto to take care of logistics in the local village and help manage the day-to-day operations. The Shaman kept me high all the time and Roberto most of the time. For two weeks, this trip would last before it got worse. Now the Shaman started to energetically attack me at night while I would be in the jungle, and during the day, he would laugh and ask how I handled it. I was not sure how long I could anchor his dark magic before I needed to give it back to him. Finally, I could not contain it anymore, and it was time to throw the darkness back to Mancoluto. But first, Roberto informed me that a man was on his way to join us; his name is Mitch, and he has been making a documentary called the Spirit Molecule but lacks the funding and is looking for money. Mitch arrived, and Roberto would join for more San Pedro ceremonies. Days would pass, and finally, Roberto asked me about Mitch. I liked Mitch very much; he was on a similar wavelength as me. I would end up gifting several energetic attunements to him and would anchor a lot of information. I told Roberto if he wishes to give Mitch the money, the vision of the Spirit Molecule is strong and will educate many people. Eventually, Roberto gave him the money; at first, it would be a two-disc set, Roberto's story called Stepping into the Fire and The spirit Molecule. Mitch and Roberto agreed to keep their documentary separate. As for me, the darkness peaked; the Shaman would give potent doses of The Cactus with a mixture of what he would call secret spices. Again, Mancoluto would attack me at night and laugh during the day, but now he added a layer of ridicule, making fun of me, calling me weak and low on the Totem pole of evolution. Now I was pissed; I began to give it back to him. It became a fight to break each other's superiority down, thus resulting in a state of Humility. One night I was crying; Mitch came to me and asked what was wrong. He had his documentary cameras with him. I asked to turn the cameras off and explained that I couldn't act out in negativity anymore. The darkness is intense in me now, and I am hurting the Shaman Energetically; Mancoluto could barely hold his rattle, sing the mantras and had trouble sitting at his table for dinner. Mitch told me he interviewed the Shaman and Mancoluto is okay with it, he has never met a worthy opponent before, and it's a privilege for him to do this. It's a rite of passage in his tradition. I would eventually stop when I saw how weak Mancoluto was, and I shifted my focus to helping the construction of Chimbre. I met with Roberto letting him know I needed to visit the sacred valley and take my girlfriend home. She has had enough of the jungle. Then I would return for the big event planned in late April 2010 for the grand opening of Chimbre. Dennis McKenna and Mitch would share a screening of the DMT film, a final test before being launched worldwide. Roberto also informed me that Deepak Chopra's chef would be there cooking, and I would have to help and be the good-looking white guy for all the people showing up to drink the medicine. The attendees were from high positions of power and a group of people with trauma and sickness. I would need to be on my top game to watch everything and report back to him to make sure things would go smooth.
Andrea and I would venture to a special place in the sacred valley; Mitch from the Spirit Molecule referred me to Sol y Luna’s Hotel. The Hotel was very earthy and grounding. So much needed rest after the medicine trip I just had. This location would be the central hub to research all of the surrounding sites in the area. One morning, I was sitting for breakfast, planning our vacation, when an Australian woman named Courtney came to sit with me. She asked who I was because Courtney had a Vision of me entering this valley to work with her group and an Andean shaman. Courtney explained the vision of a man very connected to the sky people. His totem wanted to fly with the Peruvian Condor. Courtney also explained that this man came to Peru to open the way for many visitors to enter the Amazon and experience the grandfather (Cactus). She said this man is you and introduced me to the Andean shaman to confirm her vision. Jose (shaman) agreed that I was indeed this man. Courtney invited me to join her tour of all the sites where they were visiting. I told her I have a girlfriend that I am with, her name is Andrea and she is very interested in Australia, one day she will go there for her music career.
Our first stop was Pisac & Ollantaytambo, and it was one of the many important Incan empire cities. The ancient ruins sit high upon hilltops with steep terraces. The shaman took us through temples and stone structures that are carved from methods unknown. He performed a cleansing on me at this location. Jose said I had consumed too much of the medicine and told me I would have to venture back to Canada and share the wisdom of the Andean people. Jose continued to explain that the cactus' ritual was for the people of Peru and their culture. His concern was that North Americans would come into their country, infect them with negativity, and exploit their family secrets. My job was to help preserve the Incan Traditions and educate foreigners before they would enter Peru.
We would arrive at Ollantaytambo, and instantly I felt the majestic presence this space would have been anchoring during the Incan rule. It served as the last stronghold during the Spanish invasion. The Incan resistance would protect their leader and eventually flee to Vilcabamba, located in Ecuador. The tour led us to the unfinished wall named the six monoliths at the sun temple. The temple of the sun was a calendar for the Incans. Unfortunately, the construction of the temple was incomplete, making it difficult to explain how it worked. What impacted me was the stonework. The stones are enormous and moved from a quarry on the high mountainside, 6 km away. Here I would receive the activation. It was potent and transformative. I experienced my native thunderbird totem flying to meet the Peruvian condor totem. Finally, the group was ready to leave, and we gathered for lunch in the village and then drove back to the hotel. This was when the people we were on tour with asked for activations/healing sessions. So, for the remainder of the night and early morning, I would offer treatments in exchange for the tour Andrea and I were invited on. The group was thrilled and wanted more. So, the next day, I would offer a yoga class and meditation.
Next, Andrea and I would venture to the Moray ruins on our own. This is where I would perform a magical ceremony and anchor an angelic portal in preparation for the trip to Machu Picchu. The Shaman articulated some science about Moray. He said the intricate stone rings were part of a large-scale ancient Incan agricultural system. The rings vary in size, with the largest and deepest of 30 meters (98 feet) and 220 meters (722 feet) expansive. The many terraces contain soil from different parts of Peru. They would have imported various mediums to test which crops grew the best. The temperatures would vary from the top of the rings to the bottom by as much as 15ºC. Again, these variations would create micro-climates, reassuring archeologists that it was a testing site for crops or medicinal herbs. During the ceremony in Moray, I had a vision of Andrea leaving, I knew deep inside. I had to let her go because she would eventually leave for Australia.
The following day we arrived at Machu Picchu and the temple of the sun. The temple construction is semicircular around a large boulder. The sun shines through one main temple window during the summer solstice that aligns the temple construction with the tip of a sacred mountain peak. Here the shaman performed another ceremony with ancient Incan instruments. Jose explained that Machu Picchu, specifically the climbing of the steps to the Intihuatana Stone (Sun Dial), was the final and highest point to a spiritual pilgrimage that would start from the Island of the Sun in Lake Titicaca. Finally, we would arrive at the Condor temple, where the Inca people shaped the rock into a condor in flight (three-dimensional bird). Under the temple is a cave where the remains of a mummy were found. Some historical references mentioned that Machu Picchu's condor area was a prison complex, and the condor was an alter space for sacrificial ceremonies. As we walked, I noticed a beautiful flower yellow in colour. I stopped to look at its beauty and ate it. The flower really spoke to me, and I could not help myself. It tasted delicious, so I consumed more. However, I would feel very sick on my descent back down to the parking lot. I started to vomit with a massive headache with strange visions. Jose asked what was wrong with me; I told him I consumed the flower. He asked for the description of the flower Jose knew right away. Its name is the Four O'Clock Flower or Marvel of Peru (Mirabilis jalapa). Jose told me it's a very poisonous plant and needs to be consumed properly. He explained that I ate the plant in the late afternoon, and this was when it opened, and its medicine was the strongest. The Aztecs cultivated the flower for medicinal purposes, and now I must go through the experience, and he would watch over me. We arrived back at the hotel, and I went to my room. I was in so much pain crying in agony; my liver was working overtime. I had to push through it, and the visions grew stronger—all of a sudden, everything when white. The angel Michael visited and asked me to breathe slowly and let the poison take my body. The angel then told me to let go of Andrea that it was time for this. The following day, I fell asleep and awoke fresh with a unique perspective of our relationship, and I submitted to Andrea and her future journey.
The next day we prepared for the last parts of our tour. The Andean Shaman called it the Grand Galactic Gate, a portal where interdimensional beings would cross in the Hayu Marca region. Jose was very excited to bring the group here; he spoke about the Ancient Incan legend of a stargate, a mysterious door in the Lake Titicaca region. Their mythology talks about the sky people returning to visit humankind in “Solar Ships,” and man would meet the creator gods. This Stargate in Hayu Marca measures 7 meters wide and 7 meters high, sculpted in perfect form. I instantly connected to these lands, and I knew it would challenge my extraterrestrial activity theories. I did experience some ET or interdimensional activity in Cusco, but this trip would be the next level. Each of us, one at a time, would stand in the doorway of the Stargate. The intention was to connect with the solar energies and the presence of the portal. However, when it was my turn, I instantly felt the frequencies that seemed to be from another dimension. It was not the energy of ET; it was interdimensional. I went for a walk a little further up in the mountains. I lay down to rest my eyes and felt an unwanted presence. I opened my eyes, and sure enough, a strange brown being looked at me with deep black eyes. I could not hold this vision for too long. It was a visual sensation of flipping TV channels. I did my best to maintain its frequency so that I could communicate with it. I was freaking out just a little because I noticed its shifting holographic form. It seemed like it was projecting itself from another dimension into ours. I would say nothing about this on the trip; this is the first time I have spoken of contact from this region. After Hayu Marca, we would drive to Lake Titicaca and stay the night.
According to Jose and Inca mythology, Lake Titicaca is one of the most mysterious places on Earth, home to the legendary sun gods. It is the largest lake in South America, situated 3811 meters in the Andes in terms of water volume. The lake is home to over 2,000 residents living on floating islands. According to the Incan mythology, below the lake lives a megalopolis of people who still reside there. Even Spanish chroniclers from the sixteenth century spoke of the natives who reside under the islands of Titicaca. These explorers said the Incan Indians guard the path starting from the shore, leading to a vast palace and many other temples reaching its bottom. Over the years, science has been researching these legends through the form of archaeology. They found evidence of ruins and ancient temples in the lake waters dating over 1000 years old. Our group took a boat across to the islands to visit the natives. We discovered that the lake has evolved into a tourist location where they would sell items. It did take some of the magic out of the Tour. But, we enjoyed the floating reeds and meeting the villagers. We took the boat back to shore and arrived at the hotel. It was an early night. I would awake to toss and turn with dreams of alien ships flying above the lake. During the night, I went outside for a walk and noticed strange lights in the sky. The lights began as one and split into three; they moved horizontally and vertically. I witnessed 3 different lights that dropped downwards and disappeared into the lake. I would go back to my room and was up for most of the night, wondering what just happened and what I witnessed. The next day we would leave and return to the hotel in the sacred valley; Andrea and I would make preparations for Cusco and fly back home to Canada. At this hotel, Andrea made the connections that showed her the way into Australia, and I would return to Peru on my own.
I returned to the Chimbre space. It was 80 percent complete. The Shaman would start to show signs of great superiority; I was able to transform my darkness from his initiations, and his negativity grew from what I gathered by his actions. Right away, the Shaman wanted me to start consuming the medicine. I told him there would be too many people here, and I needed to be present. I asked about the practitioners and other transformational activities available to help the people after consuming the medicine. The Shaman said no yoga or spiritual modalities; Yoga is for the monkeys in the trees. Mancoluto also reminded me that he does not want me treating people or helping anyone through their journey because a Spiritual healer is the lowest on the totem pole. I could smell it in the air; disaster was on its way, maybe now or in the future, Mancoluto was out of his mind. Roberto brought a team of advisors with him, various individuals from all sorts of backgrounds that understood theory more than practice. This team was made of businesspeople with social philosophy; nobody could or was prepared for what would be an all-you-can-eat buffet of Trauma-Drama. The opening of Chimbre was vibrating high, and people from all over the world were attending. Participants came to consume the medicine with various illnesses and diseases. They drank the brew at sunset, and during the night, the jungles would be emanating eerie sounds of screaming, crying, and vomiting. The participants had walkie-talkies with them, so they could call for help when it got too rough. At one point when the medicine peaked, all I heard was walkie-talkies going off and many asking for help. Mancoluto would laugh and make scary sounds with masks; it was a good time for the Shaman, the people's fear echoing in the Jungles made him stronger. Then, everybody would rest during the day, and Mancoluto would become more civilized; things were off to a good start. Many of the participants were transforming. Late afternoon the Shaman would greet the people wearing a new garment. It was a long cape-like outfit with a cloth crown placed atop his head. He even had a new thrown made a fancy chair to sit in. It was pretty amusing for me to see the Shaman go from rags to riches so quickly. Some of the guests that eventually arrived to share workshops and seminars reacted to the king of shamans with mind games of tug and war. Participants that attended to consume the medicine started a mini mutiny. Finally, a small group formed an alliance and would sneak out from the retreat and drink the Ayahuasca with other shamans in nearby local villages. All in all, it worked well. However, we were only a week into the event, and the attendees would begin to get restless. Some needed counseling, others needed to move their bodies and wanted to do Yoga, but alas, the Shaman did not want these things provided, and it was not easy to navigate everybody through their process. This was when Roberto asked for the good-looking white Spiritual guy charm to kick in, especially for the various political people there. Of course, I would start some gentle Yoga and help people through their process, and at times I would have meetings with Roberto to let him know how everybody was doing. Roberto has a great heart and wants to provide a safe haven for people to heal. The Shaman not as much; for him, it was more of a game. Mancoluto often gets paranoid, thinking people were trying to steal his family secrets and wanted his San Pedro Brew ingredients. So in between the events, after the participants would leave, I would spend lots of time with Roberto and hear and see how many people were taking advantage of him; many people were taking his money for various reasons. I was there with Roberto when he had to deal with many phone calls from Wall Street. His Business partners were angry and would tell him to come back to work all the time; they never let Roberto entirely leave JP Morgan. I visited his home in New York and was able to see the homesteader side of him; he is a good man.
Eventually, I would leave Roberto and Chimbre. He understood my struggles with the Shaman but could not hear my warnings. Instead, he invested everything in him. On my last day, the Shaman and his translator would take me out to the airport. Mancoluto asked if I had any foresight into the future of Chimbre and him. I Explained I did have visions. Next, I asked the Shaman if he knew how to fight. He said yes. I meant physically, not mentally. Again he replied, yes, I would compete on the streets when I was younger. I replied to the Shaman; I saw him in a large enough room to fit hundreds of people. He was fighting every day, swinging his arms, punching and kicking to defend himself. A year later, I would get a phone call from Roberto. I was up in Cottage country, Northern Canada recuperating from a trip to Ecuador. Roberto was crying and angry; he told me what the Shaman did. On September 11th, the Shaman was having dinner with Roberto and told him Kyle, the man who went missing from the retreat, was dead; he buried him in the ground. Nobody knows for sure how it happened. In my opinion, Mancoluto was very paranoid of people discovering the ancient secret of his family's ingredients used in the mixture of the San Pedro. This clouded his judgments of calling the Police when he realized that Kyle had died after the ceremony; instead, the Shaman buried the body so the medicine would decompose and the secrets would be safe. Maestro Mancoluto started drinking the medicine at a young age, he told me from the time he was eight. He drank five times a week until the age of 28. This was his family tradition into the path of Shaman. He took an oath that he needed to protect the medicine and the Chavin at all costs, and in the end, he did. Chimbre and Roberto's vision of healing for many people was a grand one, but the jungles of Peru and Mancoluto were not ready for Wall Street.